All own teeth.
Recently perfected technique of throwing peanuts in air, catching in mouth.
Likes the crooners.
Writer of 'Apocalypse Whenever.' Tagline: War has never been so disaffected.
Never runs for women or buses.
Allergic to tardiness.
Rarely lets mother buy clothes* nowadays. *His. What she does on her own time...
Traps spiders using standard cardboard/glass manoeuvre.
Is unsure of spelling of manoeuvre (since amended from original post, cheers Sarah).
Delusions of adequacy.
Wearer of spectacles just the wrong side of fashionable.
Intolerant of messy kitchens, bad handwriting and yoga.
Invented kiss chasing.
Abhors airports, does not mind flying.
Other allergies include bananas, avocadoes, Kerry Katona, the oval ball.
Likes the phrase 'tired, weary and worn.'
Prefers the phrase 'wired, teary and torn.'
Wants secret life.
Chooses never to LOL.
Speaks fluent cantank.
Pours water out of glass four times before filling and drinking, only accession to OCD.
Sits upstairs on bus, left hand side, preferably alone, uses window for wist, never works.
Craves positive feedback.
Cooks few dishes with verve.
Dislikes people who tell stories in pubs.
Dances despite self.